Piling Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Piling Thoughts



Morning hours waken from a deep, restless sleep,
pressuring life into existence, even though it
wants to stay abed.
Piling thoughts, because a mind is too tired to
sort them out as yet.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sleep
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